Joanne yanked hard against his hold, her heart hammering so violently against her ribs she was certain he could hear it.
Her fingers scrambled desperately against the rough fabric of his gown, trying to peel her palm away from the scorching, stone-hard thickness pulsing beneath her touch.
Panic clawed at her throat, suffocating her professional calm.
“Let go of me! Please!” she pleaded, her voice rising in a frantic, breathless rush.
“I will get you an antidote! There are neutralizing agents in the central pharmacy—I can reverse the effects right now! I am so sorry, it was a mistake, an absolute mistake!”
Alfonso let out a dark, vibrating rumble from deep within his chest.
His fingers tightened around her wrist, completely crushing her attempts to escape.
His eyes, burning with a dangerous, dilated heat, locked onto her trembling face.
“I don’t want an antidote, and I don’t want your apologies,” he growled, his jaw clenching.
“You caused this fire inside my blood, sweet nurse, and you are going to be the one to extinguish it. If you refuse, I will call the manager this very second. By sunrise, your medical license will be stripped, you will never step foot inside a hospital again, and I’ll personally ensure you spend the rest of your miserable life rotting in a prison cell.”
Joanne froze, her entire body tensing into solid ice.
A cold dread washed over her.
She couldn’t afford this.
She had spent a decade erasing her past, changing her identity, and building this career just to get close to the Fareno empire.
If she was ruined now, if she went to prison, her parents would never be freed from the twenty-year hell he had trapped them in, and they would never be avenged.
She couldn’t risk messing with the Mafia King when she was entirely at his mercy.
Desperate, she tried to reason with him, her eyes wide.
“Sir, listen to me—”
Before she could finish, his other hand gripped her waist, lifting her off her feet with terrifying, effortless strength.
Joanne gasped as he yanked her directly onto the bed, dragging her straight into his lap.
He seized her hands, forcing them flat against his broad chest.
The heat coming off his skin was staggering.
Her palms were pinned against the dense, perfect ridges of his pectoral muscles, feeling the violent, rapid thudding of his heart and the hard, sculpted contours of a man built for violence.
“Please,” she choked out, her face inches from his scorching lips.
“I can do anything else. Anything. I can monitor your vitals, I can get cooling packs, I can do whatever you need to ease the discomfort—just not this. Not the way you want.”
“The only way I want is you,” Alfonso whispered against her mouth, his voice dripping with absolute, unyielding dominance.
“There is no other option.”
With a sudden shift of his body, he pulled her even closer, forcing her to straddle his lap.
Joanne’s legs were parted on both sides of his thighs, her center pressing directly against the raging, hard length of his erection through their clothes.
The sheer heat of him made her core throb instantly, a terrifying spike of friction that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
Alfonso glared up at her, his breathing heavy and ragged as the aphrodisiac pushed him to the edge.
“My patience is running out,” he warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss.
He reached blindly toward the nightstand, his hand wrapping around his phone.
He brought it up, his thumb hovering over the screen.
“One click, doctor. That’s all it takes to ruin you.”
“No! Stop! Don’t do it!” Joanne panicked, her hands instantly flying to his, grabbing the phone and desperately pinning his wrist down.
She was practically begging, her chest heaving against his.
“Please, don’t make that call.”
Alfonso let out a low, mocking chuckle, his eyes raking over her flushed face.
“Then comply. It’s nothing much, sweet nurse. Just sex. It’s not a crime.”
To Joanne, it was everything.
Her mind screamed in silent agony.
She had never been touched like this before; she had never had sex with anyone in her life.
She was a virgin, completely untouched, but she would rather die than admit that vulnerability to the monster who imprisoned her family.
As she stared down at him, trapped in his hold, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly at how devastatingly handsome he was.
Even flushed with a drug-induced madness, his sharp features, dark, messy hair, and raw masculinity were overwhelmingly intoxicating.
Alfonso tracked the silence in her eyes, a predatory smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Silent compliance… I’ll take that as a yes.”
Without giving her a chance to retreat, his hands moved with lightning speed.
He gripped the lapels of her stiff outer nursing coat and ripped it down her arms, discarding it onto the floor.
Next came the buttons of her inner uniform shirt.
Joanne whimpered as he stripped the layers away, one by one, until she was left trembling in nothing but her lace bra and panties.
Overwhelmed by the sudden exposure, Joanne instinctively threw her hands over her chest, trying to hide her voluptuous breasts from his burning, insatiable gaze.
“Don’t hide them from me,” Alfonso growled, his voice thick with lust.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, forcefully pulling her hands away and pinning them to her sides.
“They are absolutely beautiful.”
Before she could even process his praise, he leaned forward and landed his mouth directly onto the soft, exposed swell of her breast.
Joanne shuddered violently, a sharp gasp catching in her throat as his hot tongue traced the sensitive skin.
The sheer contrast of his stubble against her soft flesh sent shockwaves through her body.
He moved higher, capturing her aching nipple through the thin lace of her bra, sucking on it deeply.
A breathless moan escaped her lips, her back arching instinctively into the touch.
Alfonso groaned at her reaction.
With a swift, practiced movement of his fingers, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, setting her full breasts completely free.
He pulled back for a fraction of a second, his eyes looking at them almost angrily, overwhelmed by how perfect, round, and heavy they were.
“God, you are magnificent,” he muttered darkly, before burying his face between them again, his hot mouth biting and kissing her sensitive skin until she was weeping from the sensory overload.
“Now,” Alfonso breathed against her skin, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
“Remove my clothe. Take it off.”
Trembling violently, her fingers slick with sweat, Joanne reached for the ties of his hospital gown.
She was shaking so hard she could barely undo the knots, but under his intense, waiting gaze, she managed to pull the fabric apart and push it off his broad shoulders.
The gown slid away, exposing his perfect, god-like torso—a massive wall of sculpted muscle, tanned skin, and raw, intimidating strength.
Alfonso didn’t wait for her to admire him.
He immediately grabbed her right hand, his palm covering hers, and guided it downward, pressing her bare fingers directly against his bare, throbbing cock.
The sheer size and heat of him in her hand made her gasp, her fingers curling around the thick, pulsing length as he forced her to stroke him.
“Help me,” he commanded against her skin, his voice a desperate, gravelly plea as he leaned up.
His mouth found her neck, attacking the sensitive skin beneath her jaw with fierce, bruising kisses.
He sucked and bit his way down, leaving dark, possessive marks along her collarbone, trailing down between her breasts, and moving lower toward her flat belly.
Every press of his lips left her skin burning, and Joanne was completely shocked by the terrifying, addictive waves of pleasure rippling through her entire body.
She was supposed to hate him, but her body was turning to liquid fire under his command.
As she gasped for air, Alfonso’s hand slid down her hip.
Joanne tensed up completely, her breath catching as his warm fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear.
He didn’t hesitate, driving his hand directly between her thighs, his fingers sliding straight into the soaking wet, swollen folds of her already damp panties.
He paused, his fingers completely coated in her sweet, thick arousal, and a dark, devastatingly wicked smile spread across his face as he looked up into her panicked eyes.
“Look what we have here,” Alfonso whispered, his voice dripping with pure, arrogant satisfaction.
“Someone is already wet for me.”